Fuzzy Interlude

Fuzzy Interlude
By Mieren


Author’s note: *thoughts* are denoted like this


Legolas and Elrohir were both lazing about after a large meal. They had just caught their first deer and had eaten until they couldn’t move. Having no way to keep the meat, they only had one chance to get a good meal out of it. Stuffed, they were idly lying on a large patch of grass, keeping each other company. They’d been wolves for two months and were finally coming to terms to what had happened to them.

*I was thinking,* Elrohir said suddenly.

*Dangerous hobby,* Legolas returned. The black wolf chuckled.

*Quite,* Elrohir allowed, eyes glittering in mirth. *Have you considered our situation fully?*

*In what way?* Legolas asked, hirs crs cocking forward in curiosity.

*We’re young and relatively healthy. Even with what happened, it’s normal to have… desires… right?*

*Yes. And fur where there was no fur before,* Legolas said cheerfully. Elrohir tried to glare at him, but the effect was lost because he couldn’t refrain from laughing.

*I’m serious!* Elrohir said, laughing. *I want to know what we’d do for mates.*

*Yikes,* Legolas said. His countenance turned slightly horrified and his companion sighed, wishing that he hadn’t spoken. Elrohir was completely floored when he spoke again. *Since no maid would ever take us… Sweet Eru, a she wolf? What if we actually succeeded in producing cubs? Undoubtedly, they would bear the same condition as us and look of wolves, but would they be as intelligent as we are?*

*You know, you’re scary sometimes,* Elrohir snorted. *Where do you even think of things like that?*

*You’re the one that suggested it!* Legolas protested.

*I was speaking about us,* Elrohir said. He cursed to himself for his inelegant presentation of the idea when Legolas’ eyes widened in shock at the suggestion. Bedding his best friend had never crossed the blonde’s mind.

*I… see,* Legolas said, looking elsewhere. The mechanics of the act seemed to cross his thoughts and the insides of his ears reddened in a telltale blush.

*Have you ever bedded a male before?*

If possible, Legolas looked even more uncomfortable. *No, actually. But it’s not that.*

*Then?* Elrohir prompted.

*It’s just… the fur and all…*

Elrohir laughed and stood up, walking over to the blond. If his friend was so hesitant, he’d just have to take the dominant role. Lowering his head, he snaked out his tongue and licked at the puckered opening. Legolas was up like a shot, dodging the touch. He stared at the black wolf with a dropped jaw.

*What are you doing?* Legolas asked, stunned.

*Just relax,* Elrohir said. *I’ll make sure you enjoy it.*

The black wolf followed his blond counterpart, using his shock to push Legolas over. Ducking his head, he licked his balls a few times and his emerging shaft, amused that Legolas was trembling under his attentions. When he tongued Legolas’ opening again, the blond pulled away, scrambling to his feet. With a single-minded orneriness, Elrohir pursued, nipping the back of Legolas’ neck and holding him still enough with his jaws to swing himself over his hips.

Had Legolas continued to struggle, he would have stopped. He wrapped his arm around the blonde’s waist, delighted to feel that his arousal was still swelling. The prince seemed to enjoy being dominated. Elrohir was happy that the other elf was willing to take bottom since he didn’t enjoy the position as much.

It took a few tries for him to find a comfortable way to get around Legolas’ tail. Trying to be gentle, he pressed in slowly, surprised to feel his erection leaking, slicking the passage for him. He didn’ess ess in his entire length, stopping halfway when the Mirkwood prince groaned. For a few minutes, he rocked gently to let the other elf get used to the sensation. He was pleased when Legolas pressed back, wanting more. Elrohir was all too happy to give it, changing his gentle rocking to a hard thrust.

He didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t seem to get his full length into the other elf. Never having been in such a position before, he didn’t know about the large thickening at the base of his cock, the huge knot too large to easily fit past the tight ring of muscle. Feeling himself come nearer to ejaculating, he sped up and added some force to his movements. Using the back of his wrist, he began stroking Legolas’ length. Beneath him, Legolas tensed and came across his paw. With one final thrust, Elrohir followed him, sliding the rest of the way into the blond with the fierce movement.

They stayed like that for a few seconds before Legolas squirmed, trying to pull away. Elrohir was pulled with him.

*You’ve already proved that it’s fun, now get off,* Legolas said.

Elrohir tried to withdraw, but found himself unable to. Blinking, he twisted his head to look at their joining. Silver eyes widened a little when he understood the situation. The knot at the base of his dick had disappeared into the other wolf and was effectively pinning him in position. Curious, he curled his arm around Legolas, running the inside of his wrist against the blonde’s erection, not surprised to find that it was still at full mast, same as himself. The prince eyed him a little strangely at being fondled.

*I think we have a problem,* Elrohir said slowly.

*Problem?* Legolas asked a little panicky. *What problem?*

*I… um… appear to be stuck.*

*WHAT?*

*It’s no big deal,* Elrohir said quickly.

*How is this not a big deal?* Legolas asked, squirming. While the intimate aad tad turned out tomuchmuch more enjoyable than he had thought it would be, he didn’t fancy the idea of Elrohir stuck in that position.

*We just have to wait for my erection to die down and I’ll be able to pull right out.*

At the mention of the predicament, Legolas squirmed again. Elrohir reflexively rocked against him to further the sensation.

*That’s not helping!* Legolas reprimanded.

*What’s not helping?* Elrohir asked innocently, following the question with a full-fledged thrust.

*That!* Legolas responded, annoyed. *How can you be stuck, anyways?*

*Because of this,* Elrohir answered, playing with Legolas’ erection, rubbing the knot. The prince groaned and leaned back into the rocking. In no particular hurry, the elfin lord brought them both to completion again. Even after they came a second time, their erections persisted and they were still stuck.

Curious to see what was keeping them forcefully joined, he looked at himself, a bit surprised at the sheer size of his own knot. It made it quite understandable that Elrohir would be stuck with something like that as the driving factor. Sighing at the futility of attempting to escape, Legolas laid down, forcing Elrohir to follow. A little amused with the situation, Elrohir couldn’t the urge to rock his hips to tease the blond.

*Don’t you dare,* Legolas growled. Elrohir chuckled but relented.

*If we try hard enough, think we’ll be able to make puppies?*

*Possible. I am a Mirkwood elf, after all,* Legolas answered. He kept his tone serious, delighting in the possibility he saw for a little revenge.

*What?* Elrohir asked, mental tone decidedly neutral.

*Don’t you know? Silvan males are perfectly capable of carrying a child,* Legolas commented innocently, sounding like he had just said the sky was blue. He was secretly, silently, taking great joy at the tendril of fear that crept into Elrohir’s eyes. He moved in for the kill. *Why do you think I’ve never bedded a male before?*

Elrohir looked like he was about to have a litter of puppies himself. There was nothing in the world that scared the erection off a man like mentioning children to him. He softened enough that Legolas was able to squirm off him. Finally free, the blond roared with laughter at Elrohir’s gullibility. Realizing that he had been completely taken by his companion’s joke, Elrohir growled and leapt at him. Legolas dodged his playful lunge and ran off, vanishing into the trees.

END
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